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Perhaps From The California Notebooks 02

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perhaps I live eternally
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing

those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs

perhaps I fly protected

in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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Running Uphill from The London Hours

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I will close this page
and put it away

I will have a look
at such light
lingering

I will stand eventually

get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls

I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases

one more time
running uphill

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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.

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Hands – Eulogies 2014

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when dad died they
clothed him for funeral

his hands so beautiful
crossed over his chest
they were the only thing

talking of him to me

I took a picture my
relatives anger rose
I could not avoid that

I haven’t seen it once

that picture it’s hiding
away to be gazed at on
a day when I’ll accept

distance or enjoy
closeness where
will my hands

go when I die

not on my chest
nor on my belly
for that short

time of the viewing
a sense of lack

of no more breath

a heaviness not favoring
digestion nor straight aside
as a soldier of whose army
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California Notebooks, Dec. 2013

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could it be pain

a chime – to call your

attention inside

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to probe and identify

things lost in the mud

of daily duties

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to face them

to make them

clear and clean

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tiding up a messy

self hoping for

lesser luggage

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Up in Smoke, April 2013

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got a tooth ache
cause a fake one
says change me soon
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I use my hands
maybe I don’t know
how to bite anymore
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what does it mean
I haven’t made love
in a long time
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on the opposite
I got a pointed pain
in my elbow
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it puzzles me
I may have hit
your bony body
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cause it has a bruise
and a tiny red scar
a hat on the ache
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or maybe it was
when I held you as
you fell asleep
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my arm did but not
me I kept on listening
then found myself
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in a prayer

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